Re: floating above; malefactor/the boss
The sharp-dressed asshole earned himself a long look from the hovering witch, whose eyes were rimmed with kohl (non-canonical, the influence of the host). He could see the slick shine of pinstripes from overhead, and the only initial sign that the man in the suit had caught his attention was his eyes. They looked up at the horizon, and caught the faint, distant light over the rooftops. Then they cast down, dark enough to just be a shadow at such a height.
The broom drifted sideways, and then he grasped it, drove it downward, skidded a toe across the ground as a brake and swerved to a halt behind the businessman. He floated high enough to be eye-to-eye, and he made the other man turn around.
"Do people usually come when you call?" The words were clipped, finely enunciated. His hair draped almost to his waist, slung across one shoulder. And green he was, emerald green, with all the variations of light and darkness in human skin - dark green like a dead leaf at the crest of the shoulder, bright, vivid green across the curve of a cheekbone.